BBC Phone Sex
YEEEEEEEEE-HA, my faggots! I’m in a hell of a great mood this mornin’ after a night of fillin’ all my holes (and hands) with enough fat African dick to last me for weeks and give me some amazing BBC phone sex stories!! HOO-BOY, my buddy Laquan and his crew had a little party last night, and he texted me and said I should swing on by. I grabbed a few bottles of my Pappy’s moonshine and fired up the pickup and headed on over there. Imagine my surprise when I walked in there and found out I was the guest of honor at this little shindig! I pert near dropped my ‘shine when I saw ‘em all lined up in a row, each humongous cock bigger than the one before!!
Laquan said he was gonna give me the mother of all BBC phone sex stories and took my jars and made me down a couple of shots to git me in the mood (as if I needed help), and then Jamal ripped off my clothes and Leroy poured the rest of the jar all over me and picked me up. Do ya know how at concerts and shit, the crowd picks up some feller and passes him around? Well, these boys did that, except they was a-lickin me as they was handin’ me off to the next guy. When the last one had me, he threw me down on the twin bed they had set up right there in the living room. I knowed what the deal was, so I got up on my knees and stuck my head out and these ol’ boys took to whackin’ and thwappin’ my face with their colossal charcoal-colored cocks. Now, I’ve always been told I got me a big mouth, but I could only fit two of them monsters in at one time, each of them grabbin’ my head and bobbin’ it up and down ‘til I damn near choked.
Wanna hear every last detail about these boys fucked the shit out of me (and share your own BBC phone sex fantasies)? Give me a call, Motherfucker – I’m waitin’ and a-strokin’ RIGHT NOW!!!